
He's very brave, but he doesn't understand. I say I'll come tomorrow, but it means nothing to him, they pull him away, and we both roar— writes Angelika Domanskaabout the 5th day of your boy at the orphanage
Angelika Domanska, a Warsaw activist, has repeatedly clashed with police on the streets of the capital and has successfully sued her for unlawful detention. On March 1 for comment on Facebook, police took her boy (4-year-old with autism) to the orphanage [about the activist case she wrote on I'm helping. – ed.]. He's been fighting to get his boy back always since.
Today we print her post #The morning without Ticia:
It's 3:15, I don't sleep reasoning where to find a shrink for a cunt who could go to Ticia tomorrow, which is today.
I came on time, they brought Ticia. He jumped on his hand and we went to the visiting room. I just wanted to sit him down to get naked, and he cried. erstwhile I pulled the roller out all day, present I didn't forget the cup so he set his face consecutive to kissing. Well, I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bribe. The regulation is that erstwhile I stand, walk or sit, 1 kiss is enough, erstwhile I lie down, there must be 3 already. We've developed a communication system.
We've worked out a lot since last spring, including the failure of autoaggression.
Every time he hit me, I took him by the hand, and I said no 1 had the right to hit Bruno. Nobody means Bruno either. And so erstwhile after all for months until the fall ended. He stopped hitting himself, and the nerves showed tightening his fists and holding under his chin. A fewer months of regular hard work, just after 5 days of separation went to fuck.
Bruno kept hitting his chin with his fist, so I kept saying that you shouldn't hit Bruno... And so much of mine I've been talking to, due to the fact that in a second and again.
I had to go to the bathroom, like nothing, but present I didn't just lock the door and cry, not scream or disapproval and cry and tears. I came back and I took him in my hand and I calmed him down and we went to get a diaper.

While changing diapers cry again, I look at the burns, 5 days of forced diaper wear 24 hours a day and the baby suffers. He came there without it due to the fact that diapers were utilized only for kindergarten and during transport about 8 hours a day not 24. Plus, the ashtray's gone bad. He's been reprised, so I know this home has no 1 to look after him. However, if you have already Warsaw household Assistance Center I'm sorry, where's his guardian 1 out of 1? This kid has a judgement of full inability to be independently with an indication of a 24-hour guardian's care, this kid has a certificate from the Life Behind Act, this kid needs a guardian nonstop. I was a kid for over 2 years, since the court felt that a kid should be taken from a guardian, it might be appropriate for this kid to appoint a new, better 1 if I was so bad.
I took this frightened small boy, wrapped him in a blanket brought from the house, hugged him and fell asleep, and then I look, and there's blood cells inside his mouth.
At 12 p.m., the babysitter came to tell me to wake him up, due to the fact that he's already taking him. I tell her the baby's got a burn, and she's got a ointment on it. I'm saying he's self-aggression, he's gnashing his teeth, and he's got dental cramping wounds on his mouth, which tells me it's stress. I said, why don't they tell me what happens erstwhile I come? I can't hear the answer, so I'm telling her to compose in her notes that my mom's reporting symptoms of a child's regression. This is the first time I've always met a babysitter who's totally blowing off. I woke up Ty, I stole the blanket and we left, and he cuddled.
Link to legal aid collection for Angelica Domanska HERE
Before the elevator, we meet another mom with a baby who says she's gonna be next Sunday, a girl, but erstwhile I get home... possibly a year older than Ticia. He goes in the elevator calmly. I want to put Tycia on the ground, and he's crying again, and he's hanging on, so no more camp for small brave boys, he's super brave, but he doesn't understand. I say I'll come tomorrow, but it means nothing to him, they pull him distant and we both roar.
It's a torture camp for small Brave Brun.
Ministry of household and Social PolicyOmbudsman for the Rights of the Child Is that what a baby looks like? Ministry of Justice You have your first thought crime victim—a vulnerable, four-year-old, autistic boy.
And I ask you to share and mark all who can or could help, regardless of political colour or planet view.
Angelika Domanska